i would wrather have my number in a hat and be randomly placed with someone than have to pick for myself, it's too easy to be picky with roommates. at least then i could know that i had no choice in the matter.. that it was just the "luck" of the draw. But when you have the freedom to pick, it's easy to define anyone as not perfect enough. either they drink or are trying to become a better christian... no booze no bible.

but home?

mom thinks i'm coming home because i have let everything get away from me. too unprepared and disorganized to have gotten a place on my own in a month. perhaps. i dont want to agree though, dont want to acknowledge that i let my procrastination take care of another piece of my life, too. not today.

it's what we do at this age right? suck up our pride and do what we gotta to survive? work school work school work work work.. or something like that. eat crappy food... be poor enough to wear glasses and contacts that fit the perscription two years ago?

well life changes.. (no surprise there.)
so, i'll suck it up.. (for today.)
and make peace with tomorrow when it comes.